Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye, Fan Mu had been lying on the train for 5 days.

Nothing happened during this period, and Fu Xuan never came to look for him, as if he had given up completely.

On the 6th day, he thought it was another ordinary day. Just as he opened the game, he heard a knock on the door, and he felt a little confused.

He glanced at the time and it was not yet time for breakfast. Who would come to see him?

During these five days, no one came to look for him. He also calculated the meal times and stayed in his room the rest of the time without going out.

"Who?"

He opened the door and looked out, and what came into view was a head of gray hair.

"Xing? What's going on?"

Fan Mu asked in a calm tone, with a hint of curiosity.

He had an invisible fondness for everyone on this train, but it was only a slight one. Could the relationship between them be described as... familiar strangers?

"Hmm..." Xing's face was full of confusion and hesitation. Thinking of what she had found out, she didn't dare to look him in the eye. She played with her long hair with her fingers, and after pondering for a moment, she slowly spoke.

"I don't know if you have time today. Tomorrow is fine too."

"Is there something wrong? Just tell me directly."

He didn't agree immediately.

Although he didn't think Xing had any intention of harming him, he was sure that he would be in a lot of trouble.

"It's not a big deal, there's just someone who wants to see you, and I think... you should meet him."

"Meet?" Fan Mu raised his eyebrows slightly. He could only think of one person who wanted to meet him, "Fu Xuan?"

"No!" Xing hurriedly shook her head. After what happened in the past few days, she guessed that Fan Mu might have some conflicts with Taibu, and it would be bad if he recognized the wrong person and didn't want to see him.

"Who is that?" Fan Mu asked. He didn't remember having any other extra ties. Even in the simulation, even if his memory was not cleared, he would not have any other friends.

Xing pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly said a name.

"Star Core Hunter: Kafka."

"Star Core Hunter, Kafka?" Fan Mu frowned and thought, confirming that he had never had any intersection with her.

"Why should I meet her? We haven't met before, have we?"

"And if I remember correctly, the Star Core Hunters don't seem to get along well with our train crew, right?"

"Well, that's correct in theory."

Xing nodded slightly and looked down at her toes.

"But, I think I was also a member of the Star Core Hunters, including you..., so I want to take you to meet them!"

"Of course you don't have to worry about safety. We have already met with her in advance. She has no ill intentions. If you are still worried, you can ask Sister Jizi to accompany you."

That was all she could say. As for other things like father and mother, she didn't say much, and didn't even bring it up. One reason was that everything now was just her guess, and the other was that she... was also a little embarrassed.

"I used to be a star core hunter?"

Fan Mu leaned against the door frame with his head tilted. How come he didn't know about this?

Also, why did he feel that Xing was a little strange today, as if he had never looked into her eyes since the moment he opened the door.

Shy?

But it was not like this when they met a few days ago. They could still greet each other gracefully.

"I'm sorry. Although I don't remember the past, I don't think I'm a Star Core Hunter. You know my skills are just so-so. How could I become a Star Core Hunter?"

The Star Core Hunters, even though they are famous throughout the universe, may not be as famous as the so-called genius club, but it is definitely not much different.

How could a poor loser like him be able to join an organization that is famous throughout the universe?

"Is that so...? You don't want to go?"

"Well, I don't want to go."

After saying that, Fan Mu was slightly stunned, his eyes widened a little, and he suddenly remembered something.

It seemed that the system did tell him that he was missing some of his memories, some of which he had voluntarily requested to be deleted.

It seems that he might have been a star core hunter in the past. After all, unknown things are possible.

Shall I take this opportunity to ask?

The idea only appeared for a moment before he rejected it.

Forget it, since he was the one who asked to have the memory deleted, even though the memory is gone, there is no need for him to take the initiative to ask for trouble.

I went through so much trouble to retrieve my memories, only to find out that they were painful. Then I had to go through so much trouble to delete them again. It was extremely troublesome just thinking about it.

Xing felt a little unwilling to give up after hearing his answer, so she took out a photo from her pocket and handed it to him.

"The person in this photo is Kafka. Seeing her appearance, maybe you can remember something. If you change your mind at any time, just tell me!" She took out the mobile phone from her pocket and indicated to use it to contact.

"I won't bother you for now."

She waved goodbye hurriedly and left. Her room was actually not too far from Fan Mu, but she still trotted back to the room, as if there was some ferocious beast, cockroach or lizard behind her that she could not avoid.

Fan Mu held the photo and looked at her back as she ran away. He frowned slightly for a moment, feeling a little confused and unhappy, but this expression soon disappeared and he returned to normal, becoming his usual amiable self.

He closed the door again and returned to the room, looking through the photos with some curiosity.

The first thing you notice is the sunglasses on the head.

Judging from other appearances, the person in the photo is about 170 cm tall, of medium build. When witnessed, he was wearing a black coat, a white shirt, black tights, and purple socks. He had a simple smile on his face and looked inexplicably seductive and friendly.

Subconsciously, he reached out and touched the person in the photo album. It seemed that he did have a certain relationship with this so-called Star Core Hunter.

I just don’t know what kind of relationship it is... He gently pressed his heart, and there was a very tiny throbbing there.

Do you want to meet him?

He originally didn't want to go and see her, but now he was a little shaken.

Is this person called... Kafka?

It’s a very nice name.

Star Core Hunter?

Sitting on the bed, he began to think.

Memory was something he could recover or not, but his subconscious told him that Kafka... was very important.

It was so important that at this moment...a vague image had already emerged in his mind.

The picture was a blur, but the protagonist in the picture became clearer and clearer.

He looked at the photo in his hand, and suddenly remembered the light cone where he was lying in the system space.

The protagonist seems to be her...