【Luanji】Dreamback

Suddenly, the body in his arms moved, Jinguji Jilei immediately lowered his head, the pink-haired boy had already opened his eyelids, his expression was still a little dazed, he slowly raised his head, finally met the man's gaze, struggled a little settle down.

"Why are you showing such an expression? Why, our Lord Jinguji is pitying others again?"

His tone was still so casual, but still tinged with a little tiredness, Jinguji Jirei couldn't help frowning, his gaze stayed on his heart, Luanshu noticed his gaze, and moved his hands slightly to confirm that he could still When I moved, I reached out to grab the man's hand, and put the palm on the side of the neck.

"you??"

"Yeah, no pulse, no heartbeat, as long as I don't speak, I don't seem to be breathing." As the boy said, there is no beating under the palm, at most, there is a slight itchiness in the palm of the hand, and the skin is cold. As if he had touched the body, there was no temperature.

"I'm not dead. I'm not a real person. How can I die? The bionic system has been broken... Well, the next big problem is the turn to act, I don't know how long it will be... "

His muttering made Jinguji Jirei a little unhappy, noticing the man's frown, Aimura smiled randomly, grabbed his arm so that he could get out of this embrace and stand up, a little wobbly, The entire field of vision was dark for a moment and then blurred, and he could only stand firm by holding on to the table.

It was only then that Jinguji Jirei realized that the young man's carelessness and relaxation after he moved into his home were just illusions. Only he knew how bad his body had deteriorated, and it was impossible for him to automatically tell himself how bad the situation was.

If he hadn't really passed out this time and was discovered by him, how long would the boy have to hide?

Even if he talks about dying, he won't show his fragility easily. He knows that he is doing it on purpose, but sometimes he will arouse sympathy and unknown guilt in a very bad way, and then he will be ruthless. Harsh ridicule.

"By the way, my hand is with you, right?"

"...Yes." Jinguji Jirei couldn't help repeating my hand in my heart. The attitude of the other party extending his right hand was too natural, as if he was just asking him for pocket money.

"It's up to you whether you want to do research or burn something," Yicun Luanshu raised the corners of his mouth, put down his right hand, shook the sofa to pick up the remote control on the floor, and turned on the TV to watch the cross talk: "Anyway, Ji Lei So—so clever, no matter how high the technology in Zhongwang District is, you will be able to crack it soon? Oh yes, don’t even think about putting your hands back together, I remember that the limbs and the spine are connected to the same artificial nerve The above looks, unless you want to help me take out the whole one and change it, the risk is too high, so I don’t recommend Ji Lei to try it.”

"?? I don't need you to remind me, I won't do this kind of thing." I can't deny that I did have this kind of thought for a moment, and Jinguji Jirei immediately pushed down the thought after realizing it—he couldn't be like this What Amemura Luanshu wants, no matter whether such an approach conforms to social norms, or it is simply a conscious confrontation with the opinions of teenagers.

Exaggerated laughter in the background mixed with paper fans beating the table, the sound makes people unable to concentrate, Yicun Luanshu only faintly throws short sentences of "this way" from the sofa, and then returns his attention to the TV in front of him.

When Jinguji Jirei came out after finishing dinner, the TV was still on, and the pink-haired boy had already fallen asleep on the sofa on one side.

He sighed, and walked over to hug his petite body. The skin beyond the clothes he touched was cold and unwarmed. The man had the illusion that he was moving the general body, and suppressed his distracting thoughts. Put away your own bedroom—even though you are sleeping in Yicun Luanshu now.

The speed at which his body collapsed accelerated, to the point where even Jinguji Jirei could observe it.Yicun Luanshu gradually couldn't leave the bed, his joints were so stiff that he could almost hear the clicking sound, even if he cooked the food, he didn't even touch a bite, and his body under the quilt was getting thinner and thinner day by day.

Even though he knew the fact that the other party was not human, Jinguji Jirei still couldn't help but worry that the other party would suddenly leave one day, but Amemura's random attitude was too casual, as if death was not a big deal , causing him to always have an unknown fire burning but nowhere to vent.

In addition, his "sleeping" time is getting longer and longer, and even when he wakes up, he often maintains a quiet and dazed appearance, and sometimes he doesn't even notice that he enters the room and passes by him to take something.When he is awake, he often quarrels with men tirelessly, light-hearted and without content, tit-for-tat about the past, when the seemingly careless stories spit out from his mouth, and finally add the storyteller's sharp ending and ridicule.

The vicious remarks sounded flat, making Jinguji Jirei unable to judge whether this person was sincere or not, but it was unpleasant to trample on the past like this, the man had no choice but to ignore it, intending to make these remarks quickly All of them just disappear in my memory, leaving nothing behind.

Noticing that the man wasn't paying so much attention to his speech, the young man just smiled, aggravating the viciousness in his words, and was satisfied only when he provoked the other party to frown deeply and stop him.

"Hey, Jirei, is it worth seeing your expression like this?"

"Why... have you become like this, why haven't you changed at all?" Under the unilateral yelling of the young man again, Jinguji Jilei couldn't help but spit out his complaints, the other party suddenly became quiet, and he was still smiling Mimi's expression darkened instantly.

"Change? What do you expect me to change?"

"Become conscientious and moral, this kind of thing you have been talking about? I don't need this kind of useless thing at all. It's different from the emotions generated in your brain. From the beginning——My Everything is made up of the pathetic 0s and 1s in your eyes, so can Jirei shut up?"

"You bastard—stop imposing that set of human standards on me!"

The young man lost his original high-pitched tone, and his low voice became hoarse because of the sudden increase in emotion, which exceeded a certain limit. Jinguji Jirei was stunned for a moment. The young man took a few breaths, curled his lips and turned his head to the other side. One side ignores the other.

Ji Lei noticed that the quilt was tightly grasped by the man and then let go, leaving only traces of scratches - this was the first time that Yicun Luanshu had such a big emotional ups and downs in his house, and it was also the last time he saw the other party's emotional ups and downs. Out of the ordinary look.

He vaguely guessed something, maybe Yicun Luanshu had a problem with his own identity... But that is not a question that can be raised, Bao is not allowed to bring up this topic again, the other party will pack up and leave the next day, and by the way, he is not dead at all. Living in one's own home is a big deal.

That's absolutely terrible.

Constant recession will eventually reach its limit even if you are unwilling to face it.

"Ji Lei."

That was when he was leaning on the table to rest, Yicun Shuanshu's situation was too bad, I always felt sorry for not staring at him, maybe a boy who didn't pay attention to come in would never quarrel with him again.

Hearing that bright voice that was no longer in the past, he subconsciously rubbed the corners of his eyes and raised his head, facing those sky blue eyes, which were different from the decaying body, they were too bright, as if a torch was burning inside , Even if the life is burned, it will not be extinguished.

What is undeniable is that with this period of getting along, he has become less and less able to see Yicun Luanshu clearly, and his understanding of him in the past seems to be not so precise, it seems to be too superficial.

Yicun Luanshu was on the contrary. It was clear that he had been seen through by him. This feeling was very uncomfortable, as if he was in the light, but Luanshu was in the dark. Ji Lei really thought that the young man would finally get out of the pitch-black swamp and move towards the light where they were, as long as he pulled a few more times, he would definitely be able to return to the right path.

What has been done cannot be changed, but as long as Yicun Luanshu starts to reflect... everything will definitely improve.

At this point, perhaps what he once thought was just a joke, the young man stood in the dark watching them from the beginning to the end, and never tired of sinking in the mud voluntarily.

Amemura Ransu stretched out his hand, and it took some effort to hook Jinguji Jirei's fingers hanging by his side. The man had no choice but to put his hand on the bed and let the other party hold it loosely.

"I'm about to die, it's just that this consciousness is broken."

"??Um."

"It's so cold, you said before that you will help me, so that I won't die so easily, and you want me to pay back what I have done."

"??Feel sorry."

The young man snorted suddenly, then his face turned cold, he propped himself up on the bed, and with the help of Ji Lei, he was finally able to lean against the wall a little.

He leaned forward slightly, brushed the hair back from his head, the nape of his neck, which was rarely exposed to sunlight, was pale, and his nails were dented into a crescent shape against the skin.

"I've thought about it for a long time—here, there are my chips, programs, or codes, anyway, it's something very similar to the human brain, all the programming and memory... well, it should be said that the records are in it. ’ He tapped the piece before letting go to let the hair fall back to its original position.

"?? What do you want to express?" Withdrawing his empty hand, he looked at the fire in his eyes with a faint expression, not like a dying person, but more like planning and knitting something in the past.

Unpleasant eyes, eyes that he could not prevent all tragedies in the past.

"I know Ji Lei too well," he murmured, staring straight ahead, if his name hadn't been mentioned in the sentence, it wouldn't seem like he was talking to himself, "It's like the truth from before, Ji Lei's I can still guess [-]% to [-]% of the answer, of course, Jirei still has something beyond my expectations... But ah, I should know Jirei better than Jirei."

"Your past, your present, your future."

"Your personality, your attitude, your thoughts."

"I even guessed what Jirei will do after that... Hmm, but don't tell Jirei, let's keep it fun!"

He doesn't like this kind of tone, of course, it's because of his doubts about himself, no one wants to be seen through by others...even people who hate him, and the ambiguous attitude makes people doubt whether it's true or not, Maybe it's just talking big.

But Yicun Random Numbers has this kind of creepy ability. From the past to the present, how many times has the information collected by his insight played with them and helped them?Maybe it's an exaggeration, but it still shouldn't be taken lightly.

—what was he thinking, what was he planning?

"It won't be as you wish," even if he is still unclear about the future, but as long as he has the heart, he will definitely be able to escape from the "plan" that Amemura Random Numbers said.

He will never be a puppet played in his hands.

"Hmm, let's work hard, because I have already thought about it."

Yicun Luanshu finally cast his gaze towards himself, the joints lacking lubrication seemed to be able to hear a terrifying click, the light in his eyes was covered by the shadow of eyelashes, like a pool of stagnant water, he lowered his eyes, and said casually.

"After I die, you have to be mentally prepared. My laughter, my rap, and my resentment towards you will continue to be played repeatedly."

"In your dream, there will be me, Yicun Luanshu, like the most intimate shadow, who can't be chased away, will smile at you when you close your eyes, and strangle your neck vigorously. "

"I will appear in any place you can't think of, maybe in the living room, in the hospital or at the corner on the way home, and I will whisper in your ear."

Like a curse, the boy still had a joking expression on his face, spit out vicious words brightly, the chill was like a little snake climbing up all the exposed skin, and bit by bit penetrated into the inner place.

He closed his eyes, frowned deeply, and let those words pass through the eardrums as the young man uttered.

"It's impossible..." No matter how hard he can't let go of the other party, he can't be planted directly in his mind like a tape. It can be said that he has no other distractions. It can be said that it is his specialty. Only by eliminating all distracting thoughts will it cause mistakes.

Besides, Yicun Luanshu is not a living thing at all, and it will not become any ghost.

He sneered, shaking his head slightly.

"—Ji Lei, Ji Lei, I know you too well, I know yourself better than you, your concern, your persistence, your disgusting interest. I will become your nightmare, become your out-of-control reason."

"If you are not afraid, do it again... Oh, you are too smart, you know what to do."

I look forward to, looking forward to the day when you wake up the "demon" in your mouth - I am looking forward to it.

What if you were no longer aware of the fact that you are not human?

What if you thought you could think for yourself with your head?

If, if——if Yicun Random Numbers is no longer under the control of Zhongwang District, can there be a difference between us, instead of a bloody and embarrassing ending?

Jinguji Jirei was stunned for a moment, looking at the records that he had started to make when Luanshu in Yicun stayed at his house—study the composition of the arm and the broken crystals in it, and find out the remaining auxiliary programs inside.

Yicun Luanshu no longer wakes up, because the body is not made of organic matter, so there is no sign of decay at all, it will not stink, grow maggots, and will not attract flies.

The act of moving his body was too conspicuous, and Jinguji Jirei didn't know what to do with Aimura Ranzu's body for the time being, so he had to temporarily put it at home on his bed.

Maybe it's just that she simply doesn't want him out of her sight again - Jinguji Jirei has never been able to figure out what kind of emotion this is.

Is it love?Such a mood of wanting to approach and explore, even if it is scarred, I don't want to retreat, I want to explore the chaotic things in the dark.

Obviously, Yi Village is full of thorns.

Scalpels, sutures, artificial skin, pliers.

He was still under anesthesia, even if this process was like a random number of dead objects, I don't know if he would still feel pain.

Handwriting, smearing liquid, just cut his stamina on his own bed-cut the delicate skin, the bottom is similar to the filling material in the arm, and then cut it down, suddenly felt the blade hit a hard object, Jinguji Ji Lei Not daring to take it lightly, carefully pushed aside the surrounding substances, and clamped the abrupt flakes with pliers, hardly daring to apply force.

The chip is thin and looks like a mobile phone memory card. There are thin lines next to it, which troubles the man, but his intuition tells him that these lines will not affect after the operation is terminated. Jirei Miyadera tore off the wires and clamped the chip out.

Stitching up the wound, even though he knew that there was no need to do so, he still sewed up the flat incision well, and then applied the paint that would help recovery, before carefully turning the person back to lie on the front side.

He didn't wake up, and it was impossible to wake up. Even if the broken part of the chip was re-implanted, he couldn't repair himself. The boy lying on the bed deducted the breathing and pulse that he didn't need in the first place, and he looked like he was just asleep.

If it is Yicun Random Numbers, it can be reborn.

Don't remember anything, don't understand anything, just grow up like a naive and mischievous child who doesn't grow up——

The seeds germinated in the bottom of my heart, absorbed what can be said to be false imaginations, grew wantonly, pulled out branches and grew leaves, and finally became a towering tree that cannot be easily shaken.

Such an idea is absurd, the probability of realization is too low, and it is morally wrong...but what if it is really done?A strange sense of excitement surges up, intertwined with repulsion into contradictory emotions, and it is curiosity and awe of how the future will progress.

When the thin chip is read into the computer, more than a thousand, perhaps tens of thousands, of program codes are generated. The repeated basic calculations are connected with the names of various objects.Accompanied by a huge amount of data, folders related to memory are divided into categories, opening them are all notepads and videos. Jinguji Ji Lei dare not click on them at will, fearing that the amount of data that is opened will directly cause the computer to jump out.

It’s really not easy to obtain materials to imitate human flesh—if it weren’t for him being Jinguji Jirei, and if it weren’t for his past interpersonal relationships that he could or could not speak out, it would be impossible to create a random new body within a year .

He gradually understood what the boy meant by "genius".In order to tamper with the code and memory of Yicun's random number, he started to learn from the most basic programming language, fully familiar with more complex formulas and combinations, and with better eyesight than ordinary people, he can find variables from letters at a glance and change them.

In order to avoid being recalled by the other party, he made four folders - TDD era, H3 calendar, Zhongwang District was overthrown and the aftermath. Finally, he selected some fragments about him and made them into a folder. The only one that is not locked, so that the chip-implanted Aimura Luanshu will not warn him as a stranger? Whether he will run away because he is too annoying is hard to fathom.

Everything went smoothly?? He and the reawakened Yicun Luanshu moved to the suburbs far away from the city. After a year, the news about Zhongwang District and DivisionRapBattle gradually disappeared, and they no longer appeared in major events. The TV station broadcasts it every day, at most it is some live interviews, the time can be known in advance and it is convenient for him to lead people away from the information.

Secondly, the passing companions are unlikely to leave the area they belong to too far, just to avoid bumping into someone who should die.

Yicun Luanshu is in poor health and cannot run around, but there is a studio dedicated to him at home. He seems to like it very much. When he goes out in the morning, he will watch TV, do design, and play on the Internet to play things he doesn't understand. website, and would run out of the room to greet him at night when he heard the door open.

Even if all happiness is based on the teenagers forgetting the tit-for-tat in the past and forgetting what a special existence they are, such an ordinary life is not easy to come by, and people don't want to let go.

It is a dream built by myself, a dream that I don't want to collapse.

How great would it be if this kind of life could continue, how great would it be if Amemura's random numbers stopped and they didn't know anything?

The raindrops fell on the tip of his nose, and the heavy rain wet his clothes, causing the chill to stick to his skin and slip into his nerves. He couldn't tell whether this emotion was due to the coldness of the rain or fear—how many years had he not had this emotion?

All things fall apart when the rain falls.

The collapse of TheDirtyDawg, the collapse of Amemura Luanshu's body?? The rain is accompanied by a whisper-like lament, running, footsteps and the rhythm of raindrops mixed in a chaotic thought, until I got back to the car to isolate Only after opening the voice from the outside did I feel that I could think a little bit.

"Hey, Ji Lei Ji Lei, let me ask you—"

"Are you sweeping my grave?"

Why did he know?? Remember everything?Do you even know all the adjustments you made to him?

Unable to stay still for a second, the black car managed to keep within the speed limit all the way through the dusk and the rain. When it got out of the border of the area, there was no trace of the setting sun, and the darkness engulfed the night sky, which seemed strange.

Obviously normal.

Why is this happening, can things really not go on like this?Don't let anything happen, even if it is plain, it is full of sense of life, and it will end like this-why, why did things become like this?

He closed the car door in embarrassment, and the journey was at least half an hour. The rain did not show signs of stopping, but it was heavier than when he left the cemetery. The suit jacket was saturated with water and became heavy, as if he had just fallen into the water and struggled to get up.

The lights at home were not turned on, and Jinguji Jirei searched for a long time before finally finding the key to the door, inserting it in and pressing the doorknob, only to find that the door was not closed at all.

The room is almost completely dark, only the side near the living room has a faint light, but there is no sound at all. Jinguji Jirei can only hear the sound of water dripping from the corner of the clothes or the tail of the hair falling to the ground.

He went around the entrance and looked over there, and finally heard the clearest sound in the entire space—the briefcase fell out of his palm and fell to the ground, which also attracted the attention of the person nestled on the sofa.

There is no channel on the TV screen but broken noise, gray and white particles jump irregularly on the screen of Nuoda, the boy nestled on the sofa turned his head and smiled at the man at the door, the light of the TV is not enough To illuminate him, it seemed that half of his cheeks were still shrouded in darkness, with spots of light and dull pupils appearing on that delicate face at the same time.

The boy lowered his head and gently stroked the things in his arms. His short pink hair was hanging on his thighs, and the lavender on one side was hanging down with gravity, together with the lake-colored clothes.

"Random number..." All the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it. In the end, he could only spit out his name in a hiss. The voice didn't seem to be his own. I couldn't react for a while.

"I finally know what I've been lacking all this time, and what's the matter with your feelings for me and my feelings for you—it's not love at all, it's the possessive and destructive desires that come from too much care. part of the memory."

Yicun Luanshu put the "Yimura Luanshu" in his arms on the sofa, let the body lie on the pink pillow, then tidied up his crumpled shirt, jumped off the sofa and walked slowly towards Jinguji Jirei.

"You are indeed a genius. In just one year, you can imitate an artificial human that is almost the same as "Yimura Random Number", that is, "Random Number" me. But human beings still have limits, right? The evidence is that my body is very bad , there is no way to be alive and kicking like the original random number."

Jinguji Jirei couldn't ignore the object that the man picked up from the sofa. The lake-colored fabric was knotted at the end, and the edge was torn off irregularly, revealing a pale palm with five fingers attached. .

"Even if you encrypt your important memories, I can still find the key with random numbers. After two years, there are still people who know about DivisionRapBattle. Ji Lei should not make such low-level mistakes. Huh? This is yours again I’m so bad, I want to try to see if I can successfully get back my memory, and I can’t put me in the outside world so I can verbally restrict my actions—but Luanshu is not such an obedient guy, don’t you know me well?”

That’s not it?? I don’t want to experiment, but I really hope that you can wake up because of this—Jinguji Jirei wanted to refute, but couldn’t say anything, and could only watch the boy stop in front of him in a daze .

?? What he said, can he deny it?

It is undeniable that there is indeed a gamble-like mentality, as well as expectations for whether the experimental product will be successful.

researcher.

"Your feeling for me is not "like". Maybe you once really liked that Yicun random number, but no one knows how much true love has been moved. There may be a lot of "research" in it. For you I am not the Yicun random number who came back to life, but a control group whose memory has been deleted. I want to see what the random number who knows that I am not a human will develop into?"

Five fingers with no warmth were stuck to his cheeks, which was colder than the chill of rainwater. Jinguji Jirei slid down to the ground, watched the man also squat down, and patted his "left hand" Face.

Amemura Luanshu smiled.

"I used to be your nightmare, and you hope that this nightmare will gradually get better--it's a pity, the random number in the village is still the random number in the village, your efforts are just a joke."

"In the past two years, you have been immersed in the nightmare I brought you."

"Congratulations, Jinguji Jirei, you can finally wake up."

"—You have successfully turned your nightmare into reality."