Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

"Silver Wolf, let me go back!"

Kafka squeezed her shoulders tightly, her voice urgent and her heart in turmoil.

If everything that just happened was true, then is the big brother back?

But...if the big brother really came back, why didn’t he contact me?

Does this mean that he is not the older brother?

"what?"

Silver Wolf was confused by her reaction.

"What are you going back for? And what happened to you just now? Why do you seem to have lost your soul?"

"Silver Wolf, let me go back first, okay? I'll explain this to you later."

Kafka's hands grabbed harder and harder, until she grimaced in pain and struggled to break free. Just as the words of complaint came to her lips, she saw a pair of pleading eyes, which choked her.

"Going back... is a bit difficult. Do you really think that the train can go whenever you want?"

"Is there really no other way?"

Seeing Kafka's surprised expression turn into disappointment, which she had never seen before, Silver Wolf was silent for a moment and then said faintly: "Don't you still have Xing's friend? Explain the situation to her."

Hearing this, Kafka's eyes lit up again, and she was filled with emotions that Silver Wolf had never seen before: hope? Excitement?

It seems to be and it seems not to be.

In her impression, Kafka always had a smile on her face, which seemed real but also fake. She never showed any extra emotions, not to mention like now, like a little girl.

Star Dome Train.

Xing looked at the message on his mobile phone and fell into a long silence. He replied to the message hesitantly and with a conflicted look on his face.

Kafka: My dear daughter, come on, let me see your daddy!

star: …………

Kafka: It's the man on your train.

Xing: …………, Danheng? Walter? Fanmu?

Kafka pinched the glowing screen of her mobile phone in her hand, Fan Mu..., she had a hunch that this was the person she was looking for, but... she seemed to have forgotten her big brother's name, obviously... it was impossible for her to forget such a thing.

Big brother...what's your name?

As she thought about it, she continued typing while Silver Wolf had an expression that shocked me in my 300 years of wolf life.

Kafka: Can you take a picture of him for me?

Xing: Why should I help you?

Xing was puzzled, what kind of star core hunter would have her as a friend?

Also, faced with this situation, she should have reported it to Ji Zi immediately and blocked the other party's contact information, but somehow she felt that she couldn't do that, as she felt that the Star Core Hunter was a good person.

Combined with the fact that she had always had a very vague impression of Kafka, she did not stop the conversation just now.

Kafka: Just think of it as a plea from me, okay? Just by looking at a photo, he looks a lot like someone very important to me.

The pleading expression almost overflowed the screen and hit her face. Xing looked at the last message sent by the other party and did not reply. She clenched her chin, thinking and hesitating.

"Forget it, let's go ask Fan Mu for his opinion."

After a long time, she made a choice. If Fan Mu was willing to give it to her, he would give it to her. If not, then forget it.

Familiar?

dong dong!

Thinking of this, he knocked on Fan Mu's door and stated his purpose the moment he saw him.

Fan Mu frowned, "You want a photo of me?"

When he heard this request, he wanted to refuse directly, but he didn't know what he thought of. He stood there and hesitated for a while, and finally agreed to the request.

"it is good!"

Maybe...he really knows him.

He had long realized that the system was hiding something from him. Combined with the various abnormalities he had discovered so far, he was 80% sure that he must have lost some of his memory.

After taking the photos, he didn't care about what happened next and lay back on his bed.

"The immortal boat "Luofu", forget it, it doesn't matter."

His mind was full of thoughts and he was in no mood to care about where his next destination would be.

"Well, after resting for so many days, host, do you want to have a simple and exciting simulation?"

The system made a very noisy sound, with mechanical noises, as if the sound system had exploded.

"..."

Fan Mu was sure that the system had guessed what he was thinking, and since it was unwilling to say more, he stopped asking.

He wanted to refuse and didn't care about these things at all, but the next words from the system gave him a strong dose of medicine.

"The rewards after the host simulation are over will greatly increase your strength. If you want to live peacefully with your sister in this world in the future, strength is essential!"

"..."

"Ok."

He originally didn't care that much about strength, but now that he has relatives, strength becomes extremely important.

"By the way, didn't you say you were going to seek justice? How about it?" he asked.

"Tsk, nothing, nothing."

"Then what should we do next?" Fan Mu raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure there will be no external interference in the next simulation?"

"No, but the Lord God has given us other ways."

"What method?"

"When you enter the simulation, you lose all your memories, which means that the life after the simulation is your real life. I will not give you any help. Things in the system space cannot be used." The system replied.

"If we do this, even if there are external interferences, the Lord God will turn a blind eye and will not deduct the rewards."

"it is good."

Fan Mu agreed readily. He didn't care about any of these, except for one thing that he cared about very much.

"System...will the memory be preserved after the simulation ends?"

"I'm not talking about mine, but about things related to me."

"What do you think?" the system asked after a moment of silence.

"I think it's better for them to not have that memory."

In the darkness, Fan Mu turned over. What happened in the simulation was real, but was the person in the simulation really him?

He lost all his memories and lived his whole life. After the simulation ended, these memories were inserted into his mind. So, did he die in that life? Was it still him who died?

Am I still myself after losing my memory?

He doesn't care about that.

What he cares about is that he doesn't want to bear that illusory memory, doesn't want to empathize, feel the life of that memory, and doesn't want to graft other people's emotions towards "himself" in the simulation.

For the same thing, one Xier is enough.

"Okay." The system agreed to his request, "But I can't completely eliminate the influence. After all, the supreme power of this world is affecting it, and I won't delete your memory."

"That's fine. As for the remaining impact, what will it be?" Fan Mu asked.

"It's probably the feeling of meeting a very familiar stranger, a bit like falling in love at first sight. They feel like they have had a dream, a very long dream, but after waking up they can't remember anything."

Well... this method should work. "Memory" Fu Li has already promised it that he will not send out the memory again. There shouldn't be any accidents this time, right?

Ahaha!!

"enough."

The feeling without memory is nothing. As long as that memory is gone, everything will be fine.

Without that memory, even if they met again by chance, they would at most just say hello. As long as he took the initiative to stay away from her, nothing would happen.